WHAT YOU WILL

WHAT YOU WILL (d’après Shakespeare)

If music be the food of love/Play on !/Give me excess of it/The appetite may sicken and so die/That strain again/It had a dying fall

Oh, it came to my ear/Like the sweet sound/That breathes upon a bank of violets/Stealing/And giving odour/ »Enough, no more ! »/
It’s not so sweet as it was before

Oh spirit of love/How quick and fresh/Are though